Thursday, December 21, 2006

Christmas is secure........

The following poem was sent to me and I thought you might want to read it. At this time of year we should all give up a prayer for those service men and women from all over the world who wont be spending Christmas with their loved ones, but who are out there keeping the peace so that our Christmas is secure.

"It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."

T'was The Night Before Christmas, He Lived All Alone, In A OneBedroom house, Made Of Plaster And Stone.I Had Come Down The Chimney, With Presents To Give, And To See Just who, In this Home Did Live.I Looked All About, A Strange Sight I Did See, No Tinsel, NoPresents,Not even A Tree.No Stocking By The Mantle, Just Boots Filled With Sand, On The Wall hung pictures, Of Far Distant Lands.With Medals And Badges, Awards Of All Kinds, A Sober Thought, CameThrough my Mind.For This House Was Different, It Was Dark And Dreary, I Found TheHome of a Soldier, Once I Could See Clearly.The Soldier Lay Sleeping, Silent, Alone, Curled Up On The Floor, In this one Bedroom Home.The Face Was So Gentle, The Room In Such Disorder, Not How Ipictured,a lone British Soldier.Was This The Hero, Of Whom I'd Just Read?, Curled Up On A Poncho, The floor for A Bed?I Realized The Families, That I Saw This Night, Owed Their Lives To these Soldiers, Who Were Willing To Fight.Soon Round The World, The Children Would Play, And Grownups WouldCelebrate, A Bright Christmas Day.They All Enjoyed Freedom, Each Month Of The Year, Because Of TheSoldiers,Like The One Lying Here.I Couldn't Help Wonder, How Many Alone, On A Cold Christmas Eve, In a land far From Home.The Very Thought Brought, A Tear To My Eye, I Dropped To My Knees,and started To Cry.The Soldier Awakened, And I Heard A Rough Voice, "Santa, Don't Cry,This life Is My Choice.I Fight For Freedom, I Don't Ask For More, My Life Is My God, MyCountry,My Corps."The Soldier Rolled Over, And Drifted To Sleep, I Couldn't Control It,I continued To Weep.I Kept Watch For Hours, So Silent And Still, And We Both sat &Shivered, from The Cold Night's Chill.I Didn't Want To Leave, On That Cold, Dark Night, This Guardian OfHonor,so Willing To Fight.Then The Soldier Rolled Over, With A Voice, Soft And Pure, Whispered,"Carry On Santa, It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."One Look At My Watch, And I Knew He Was Right, "Merry Christmas MyFriend,and To All A Good Night."

About Me

I'm married to David and mum to Ronan and Robert aged 12 and 9. I work full time nights in a unit for young adults with learning difficulties and challenging behaviours. I am Child Protection Officer and First Aider for my local Rugby Club, where I am also the U13 team manager and membership secretary, I also occassionally help out coaching the kids at U 10 level.